Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 195 Determining the Goal
Abu was cleaning his beloved sniper rifle in his room.

He fired eight shots during the day.

Every bullet hit its target, taking the lives of eight American soldiers.

He never fired more than one shot at a target, and would just put his gun away and leave.

Because I never fail.

At least that's the current record.

However, compared to the previous period, the average number of targets he hunts per day is decreasing.

Those American officers began to become smarter, and those who held any position would not leave the armored vehicles easily.

Among the eight targets killed by the sniper today, only three were officers, and they did not look like high-ranking officials.

He remembered that a few days ago, on the first day of the US military's new Mosul operation, he sniped and killed a colonel.

I haven't seen any school officers in the past few days.

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly moved a little to the side.

There is a photo on the table.

The person in front of me was a young man.

Abu sighed.

That was his apprentice Osel.

He is also the most talented sniper among the ones he brought with him.

It’s a pity that he is still too young.

The US military dispatched special forces for the Mosul operation.

Although I don’t know which one it is.

But judging from the fact that the opponent was able to shoot Osel from nearly 1,500 meters away, he must be a master.

Osel lacks experience after all.

I have mentioned many times that it is best for a sniper to change his sniping point immediately after firing.

For ordinary guys, you may not need to change it.

But if the other party is a master, you will be in danger of losing your life.

Facts proved that what he said was right.

After shooting and killing an American soldier, Osel did not leave immediately, and the enemy sniper's bullet finally hit him.

Abu had no time to grieve, the war continued.

Judging from the offensive in the past few days, the US military's operation is probably coming to an end again.

Abramovich has no intention of fighting to the end in Mosul.

After all, this is an isolated city.

You can't keep it.

The number of brothers in the city is dwindling.

It is impossible to recruit new blood to replenish the troops in such a place.

Several core leaders had already discussed it last night and decided that after the US military's operation was over, everyone would disperse out of the city.

Although the US military surrounded this place, as long as your personal information is not in the hands of the other party, you can put down your gun, put on a robe, and immediately become a civilian.

After that, maybe we’ll go to Turkey or maybe to Silia.

Anywhere is fine, as long as it's not Persia.

"leader."

A person hurried in from outside the door, looking a little nervous.

"It's so late, what's going on?" Abu looked at his men in confusion: "Is there an enemy infiltration team coming in?"

The night before, a US special forces team infiltrated Area E, where they had a gunfight with the garrison and were eventually rescued by helicopter.

They probably infiltrated to hide until the battle started the next day and gain a favorable position in advance.

It can almost be concluded that they are coming for these snipers.

Are you still not giving up today?

"It's not an infiltration team. It's the US military that's starting to attack from the east. They've sent a large number of troops, estimated to be three battalions, and planes have also bombed us. They're making rapid progress and have already reached Area D."

"What happened today?"

A bunch of questions popped up in Abu's mind.

The US military has always been very cautious. They do not launch attacks at night, but only enter the city to clear out the enemy during the day.

Did I take the wrong medicine today?
"Gather our men immediately and organize five sniper teams to go there. Bring night vision equipment. They probably think they can't take it during the day and want to use the night vision equipment to gain an advantage at night. We must put on a good show to dissuade them from attacking at night. We have two days left before we withdraw. Before that, we must make sure they don't dare set foot in Mosul!"

"Yes, I'll go and inform them right away..."

……

"Someone's out."

In front of the observation mirror, Mist whispered excitedly.

Song Heping walked to the window, raised the MK18 assault rifle in his hand, and aimed the scope on the gun at the entrance of the sewer.

Sure enough, he saw two pickup trucks driving out and quickly disappearing into the night, heading east.

"It must be very spacious in there, even for a pickup truck. They must have modified the water pipe."

At this moment, Song Heping was even more certain that there must be a hiding place there.

However, it is not known whether this is the headquarters of the "Hunter" organization, and it is also impossible to determine how many people are inside.

"Mister, contact your command center and call up the MQ-1 drone's footage. Have it focus on those two pickup trucks, take some high-resolution photos, and send them here. Let them see if the people in the vehicles are all holding sniper rifles?!"

"it is good!"

Mist immediately began calling command.

"GHOST CALLING Aerie. GHOST CALLING Aerie."

"Eagle's Nest hears, please speak."

"Two pickup trucks just drove out of the target area and headed east. Plan A must have worked. Requesting filming and surveillance to obtain high-resolution photos. We need to know if the people in the vehicles are all snipers and if they are all holding sniper rifles."

"Understood, please wait."

There was silence at the command center.

Mist returned to the observation mirror and glanced at the entrance to the underground facility.

It was quiet again, with only two guards there.

"I hope your judgment is correct..." he murmured.

Song Heping said nothing.

Nothing can be done now.

But he was actually quite nervous.

If I make a mistake in my calculation, it will mean big trouble.

Now that I have arrived here, if the place behind the entrance is not the "Hunter's" lair, I will inevitably be besieged by a large number of snipers when I retreat.

Honestly, being hunted by a group of snipers in the city wasn't a pleasant experience. The original plan was to use bunker-buster rounds to eliminate them all if we were sure this was the Hunter's lair.

Then the US military took the opportunity to launch an attack.

Without snipers, the US mechanized forces with firepower, air power and armor advantages can quickly advance here to deal with the armed personnel who are relying on buildings to resist, and then go to the scene to confirm the result after joining up with them.

But if not.

This means that the US military is unlikely to be able to enter here.

They would be delayed on the periphery by numerous snipers, and the only way to rescue themselves would be to retreat in SPIE mode, just like they did the night before to rescue Vincent and the others.

But no one could guarantee whether there would be any casualties among the three of them, and no one could even guarantee whether the rescue would be successful.

"The eagle's nest calls the ghost, the eagle's nest calls the ghost."

"GHOST received, please speak."

"We have obtained clear photos of the enemy pickup truck. Based on technical analysis, most of the people in the vehicle are snipers."

"Please transmit it to our team's computer."

"No problem, please check it."

Soon, the indicator light on the laptop on the ground began to flash.

After opening it, enter the data link system and the pictures will open little by little.

Satellite communications have a narrow bandwidth and the images are high-resolution, so they open very slowly.

Song Heping stared at the screen, watching the picture open little by little.

A full minute passed before two-thirds of the picture was revealed.

Fortunately, the human-shaped image on the pickup truck can already be seen.

Everyone has a gun.

The photos are not as clear as those taken in full daylight, not to mention the night vision mode, where many details are lost.

But any experienced person can tell the general shape of those guns at a glance.

"They're all SVD sniper rifles!"

Mist pointed at the gun barrel in the picture and pointed it over.

"This one is, this one is too... and this one..."

Most of the armed personnel dispatched are organized into squads, so a combat squad should include people of all kinds of professions, such as riflemen, machine gunners, snipers, and occasionally people will carry things like rocket launchers.

They are all equipped with sniper rifles, which means that this is not an ordinary combat team, but several sniper teams mixed together.

"It seems we found the right place. That's the Hunter's lair!"

Song Heping returned to the observation mirror and carefully looked at the entrance to the underground facility again.

"It's almost certain that my judgment is correct! You report back to headquarters and tell them that the judgment is correct. Prepare to implement Plan B. First, let the attacking troops from the east withdraw. Their snipers have arrived. There are at least five sniper teams. A forced attack will result in many casualties."

"no problem."

Mist immediately contacted the command center and informed them that the test was successful and the previous prediction was correct. This was a sniper's lair, the lair of the "hunter".

"When are you going to take action?"

After talking to the headquarters, Mist couldn't wait to ask Song Heping.

"Once these teams return, we can have the Air Force take action."

……

Abu has already assembled his gun.

He picked up the modified SVD sniper rifle.

He has modified two guns of this type.

One was given to his apprentice Osel.

But in order to paralyze the US special forces and hunt down higher-ranking officers, he chose to keep the gun and placed it next to Osel.

As a result, this gun was used to exchange for a colonel.

He raised the SVD and took a rough aim forward.

Suddenly, he had a strong feeling, and a complex murderous intent surged up.

We will be evacuating in less than two days.

The apprentice died.

This place is finally undefendable...

A gleam of hatred gradually flashed in his pupils.

He wants to kill people.

just now!

Abu stood up, quickly put on his equipment, picked up his gun, turned off the lights and left the room.

After walking about a hundred meters along the long corridor, the underground passage was filled with the smell of dry soil.

It's been a long time since I last stayed underground.

Every time he goes out, he actually doesn't want to come back here.

This place is like a tomb.

The air outside is so refreshing.

At the exit at the end of the corridor, two guards saw him and bowed in salute.

"Chief, where are you going?"

"I want to go out and have a look."

"Then...we'll go with you..."

"no need."

Abu waved his hand to reject his men's kindness.

He took only two steps before turning back and saying, "Everyone, brace yourself! The Americans are likely to make a big move today."

"Okay, Chief."

Abu ended the conversation, then stepped out of the passage and merged into the deep darkness alone.

In a building in the distance, Song Heping was watching Abu walking out of the tunnel entrance through the observation mirror.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and every slight movement could not escape his sight.

However, he did not realize that the figure captured by the camera at this moment was the Mosul Death God he had been searching for.

In order not to alert the enemy, he decided to do nothing.

At the same time, Abu, who was walking alone in the dark, knew nothing about this.

He didn't notice anything unusual around him, and he didn't know that behind the window of a building hundreds of meters away stood the most terrifying opponent of his life.

Just like that, at this moment full of coincidences and unknowns, the two unexpectedly missed the opportunity for their first confrontation.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)